Not Just An Infatuation ( COMPLETED )

chapter 57

Sia sat in the quiet sanctuary of the church, seeking solace in the hallowed halls that echoed with the whispers of prayers and the soft rustle of candles. The comforting scent of incense enveloped her, mingling with the scent of her tears as they fell, unbidden, down her cheeks.

Despite the serenity of the church, Sia's heart remained heavy with grief, the weight of her loss pressing down on her like a crushing burden. She gazed up at the lifeless statue of Christ on the cross, its stony visage offering no answers to the questions that tormented her soul.

"Why?" she whispered, her voice trembling with anguish. "What sin have I committed to deserve such punishment? What did my innocent children do to deserve this fate?"

There was no reply, only the hollow silence that seemed to mock her pain.

Sia had fled to Daegu with her parents in the wake of the tragedy, seeking refuge from the unbearable emptiness that had consumed her life. But even in the shelter of her childhood home, she found no respite from the relentless ache of her grief.

Each day was a struggle to find meaning in a world that had been shattered beyond repair. The memories of her husband and children haunted her every waking moment, their faces etched into her mind like a cruel reminder of all that she had lost.

In the depths of her despair, Sia had contemplated ending her own life, seeking escape from the unbearable pain that threatened to engulf her. But each time, she had been pulled back from the brink, the specter of her loved ones holding her tethered to the world of the living.

And so, she remained trapped in a limbo of grief and longing, her heart aching for the love that had been torn from her grasp. In the quiet solitude of the church, she sought solace, clinging to the hope that someday, she might find peace amidst the shattered remnants of her shattered dreams.

As Sia left the comforting embrace of the church, the weight of her grief settled heavily upon her shoulders. Night had fallen, casting a shroud of darkness over the familiar streets as she made her way back home. With trembling hands, she inserted the key into the lock, the click of the door echoing in the quiet night.

Stepping inside, Sia was greeted by an unsettling stillness that hung in the air like a suffocating fog. The usual sounds of her mother bustling about in the kitchen were conspicuously absent, replaced by an eerie silence that sent shivers down Sia's spine. 

Tears welled up in her eyes as memories of happier times with her children and Jungkook flooded her mind, threatening to overwhelm her fragile composure. With a heavy heart, she wiped away the tears, determined to push through the pain.

With hesitant steps, Sia ventured further into the house, the darkness seeming to swallow her whole as she made her way to her bedroom. Every creak of the floorboards beneath her feet sounded like an ominous warning, heightening her sense of unease.

Changing into more comfortable clothes, Sia's mind drifted to her parents. It was a nightly ritual for her to check on them before retiring to bed, a small comfort in the midst of her grief.

Making her way to her parents' bedroom, Sia's heart began to pound in her chest, a sense of foreboding creeping over her. With a trembling hand, she reached for the doorknob, her breath catching in her throat as she prepared herself for what lay beyond.

Sia's footsteps echoed through the empty halls as she frantically searched every corner of her house, her heart pounding with fear. The silence around her was deafening, intensifying her sense of dread with each passing moment. She called out for her parents, but the only response was the cold stillness of the house.